The Boss's Daughter (7 page)

She tugged, revealing the trimmed curls of her pussy, a shade lighter than her hair. She hadn’t worn panties for the night’s activities. “Don’t have a crash,” she warned.

“I’m in no danger of that.” Yet his voice was deeper, harsh. “Touch yourself.”

Spreading her legs, she dipped her hand down, down, down, until her fingers were slippery. She was aware of the car turning, the bump of a parking lot entrance, the slight jolt of the brakes as they came to a rest. The relative safety of where they were was his concern. She simply closed her eyes and let sensation take over.

“Oh yes,” she murmured. She’d always loved her own touch, but his gaze on her in the mirror made her wetter, hotter. She circled and stroked, slid inside, then went back to her clitoris. Her hips started to roll against her fingers, creating a different, deeper friction. “That’s so good. I wish men could do it like this.” She sighed. “But they’re too hard or they miss the spot. Or...Yum.” She talked and
oohed
and
aahed
, laying it on thick for him. She opened her eyes occasionally to gauge his reaction. The mirror now showed only his chest, but with his head slightly turned, the lines of his face were taut, his gaze riveted on her reflection.

“You want to touch this. I know you do.” She strummed herself. His breathing grew harsh. “Oh yes, you do. Yes, yes, yes.” She licked her lips and had to close her eyes as the pleasure worked its way through her body, down her arms, her legs, to her toes, the tips of her breasts. “This is so much better, so much hotter.” She bit her lip and moaned. Yes, she loved her own touch, but his eyes on her increased it tenfold.

Her hips bucked and white heat gathered, then exploded out. She trembled and quivered, chanting words she couldn’t remember the second after they left her lips.

Oh yes, yes, yes, everything was so much better when Ward was watching. It might be the only way to go from now on.

* * * * *

Ward no longer wanted the reflection, which made her seem distant and out of his reach. He had to see it all. He turned, his grip tight on the seat back.

In the last throes of her orgasm, she squeezed her eyes shut. “Yes, yes, yes.” She bit her lip. “Oh God, I want you. Please, please, please.” Clamping her legs tight around her hand, her hips rocked. “I need you, yes, please.”

He was sure she didn’t hear her own words; they simply slipped from her lips, meaningless. Her mouth begged to be kissed. Her pussy begged for his tongue. He wanted it so badly his cock pulsed in his pants. He had no control. He’d take any morsel she offered, yet a kernel of self-preservation remained. This woman would crush him if he let her.

Their earlier conversation had been mere bravado on his part. If she only knew, he was actually her slave. When she finally opened her extraordinary blue eyes and focused on him, he smiled, feigning a control he didn’t feel. “That was nice.”

Her lips curved dreamily. “Yes, it was.”

He tossed his glasses onto the passenger seat. Close up, he could see just fine without them. And he was going to be very close up. The doors had unlocked automatically when he killed the engine, and he yanked on the handle. Opening the back, he climbed in beside her, pushing her over with his hip.

“What are you doing back here?” she asked but put up no fight.

“Exactly what you wanted me to do.” He trapped her thick hair in his fist, holding her still.

Her lips were close and tempting in the darkened car. He’d been driving aimlessly, scanning her in the mirror and hoping he’d stumble upon a place to stop. He’d found it, the high school, its lot outside the tennis courts deserted, with the added bonus of an ivy-covered fence to shield them from passersby on the street.

He thought of the kid at the bar, the risk she’d taken, how easily they could have been seen, how quickly she bent to suck him. Ward had to admit he’d allowed her to tease him, turn him into a cuckold, a peeper, a wimp. Now he was in the driver’s seat, metaphorically speaking.

He wanted the kiss, but didn’t indulge. Instead he tightened his arm across her shoulder blades, tugged her head back by the hair, and growled out the frustration and anger that was as close to the surface as his desire. “If you really want to swallow, then you need to suck me.”

He shoved his hand between her legs, savored the wet heat of her pussy. She bit his lip.

“Bitch.” The bite hadn’t been hard, and his tone wasn’t harsh. “Suck me.”

“Make me,” she whispered.

He pushed her down. “Now suck me,” he said again. “Or do you want a condom?” In all conscience, no matter his tangled emotions of the moment, he had to give her the choice.

She tilted her chin up to look at him. “Do I have anything to worry about?”

His last affair had been brief and over six months ago. And he’d always practiced safe sex. “No.”

Her eyes drew in the light of the moon and sparkled like sapphires. “Then force me to do it.”

“Unbuckle my belt.”

“Make me,” she murmured again.

He forced her fingers to the buckle, held them as she took care of the belt and his zipper. Then she stopped once again.

“Touch me,” he ordered.

“Make me.” Her voice was sharper.

He cupped her hand around the bulge of his cock and forced her to caress him. Her fingers slipped inside the open zipper without the need to exert even the slightest bit of pressure, and finally she was touching his bare flesh.

“Jesus.” He swallowed hard. Her hand was hot. She held him firmly, squeezed. He almost begged. He would have if he didn’t understand that she wanted him to push her. His palm to the back of her head, he drew her close. “Taste it. Now.”

Pushing aside his slacks, she revealed him completely. “You’re not bad,” she mused to his cock. “Much better than the last one.”

He almost laughed.

She licked along his slit, catching a drop of pre-come on her tongue, and he was suddenly the farthest thing from laughter. His whole body grew taut, his butt cheeks clenched, and his hips surged up.

“Come to mama,” she whispered and took him in her mouth.

“Oh fuck.” His head fell back against the seat, and his control vanished. She took it all the way she took his cock. The power became hers, just as she’d said. He was simply screaming nerves and pounding blood and beating organs. His stomach plunged, his heart went into overtime, and his lungs gasped.

She drew him deep, worked his balls, then suctioned on the long slide back up. He was so close to coming with only that single suck, his eyes felt like they’d pop. She swirled her tongue around the ridge, nibbled lightly on the tip, captured another few drops of pre-come and took him all over again.

Holy hell, no wonder the kid had come so quickly. Her mouth was a marvel. The soft kneading of his balls was an event. But when she gripped him hard at his base and sucked him quickly, he knew he was lost.

* * * * *

His come was a delicious ambrosia of salty and sweet. Cassandra sucked hard, his body beneath her tense and quivering with need. His hand stayed fisted in her hair, urging her on. She wouldn’t have minded a little more pressure, as if he were truly forcing her. The new game was exquisite. The orgasm she’d had with his eyes on her had made her body scream. With her dress around her waist and her pussy bare, she was still riding the high. His cock in her mouth only intensified the sensations.

“Christ Almighty,” he muttered, his hips jerking, pushing him deeper.

And Cassandra took him. He was not as big as some but larger than most, thicker and perfectly hard. The end had a curve that fit neatly down her throat without choking her. She deep-throated him and his entire body vibrated.

“Oh fuck.” He clutched her hair close to the point of pain.

But her pleasure was in his loss of control. Power. She had it all. She rolled his balls against her palm and loosened her grip on the base of his cock. Her hand had acted like a ring, keeping him on the edge but unable to come. One more squeeze of his balls was all the encouragement his body needed. He burst on her tongue, flooding her mouth with a scrumptious wave.

He grunted and groaned, held her down as his body jerked and his cock throbbed, spilling everything he had.

Cassandra savored every drop.

He finally relaxed, slumping against the seat, his hand falling away. She licked him clean, then put his cock back in his pants, zipping, buckling. Like a perfect little whore. Though she’d never been paid for sex, Cassandra didn’t find it to be a dirty word.

Her dress still around her waist, she climbed into his lap, straddling him. Without opening his eyes, he cupped her butt in his hands.

She laid her palms against his crisp white shirt. “So, female empowerment?”

“Fuck yes,” he muttered.

The words reminded her of Samson. They were his favorite.

“Kiss me,” she ordered.

He cracked one eyelid.

“Taste me. Taste
us
. Taste yourself in my mouth.” Men came in all types. Some were homophobic about kissing her after she’d swallowed, as if sharing the smidgen of come that remained was tantamount to being gay. Some wanted a snowball, the cocktail of come before she’d swallowed. And still others wanted to clean another man’s come right out of her pussy. It took all kinds. She wondered what he would be for her.

He slid his hand through the mass of hair at her nape and pulled her down to him. His brown eyes were dark as midnight. Without a word, he took her mouth. He sucked her tongue, tasted, delved deep. He made her head spin. The man could definitely kiss.

She was breathless when he finally pulled away, holding her face cupped in his hands. “Next time,” he whispered, “you’ll taste yourself on my tongue after I’ve made you scream with pleasure.”

God, yes, she would. “Next time.” They weren’t done, far from it. There all manner of kinky things she needed to try with him. And new things she’d never tried. She was definitely into the he-man act he had going. Of course, it needed refining. But she knew how to take care of that.

She leaned in, pulled his lip between her teeth and nipped lightly as if she was staking a claim. “Here’s what we’re going to do next.” And she told him. Between her legs, he was hard again. And she was wet.

Oh yes, this was going to be so good.

Chapter Seven

“They’re getting married? And they want us to come to the wedding? You’re joking.”

Clay had waited until he had Jessica right where he wanted her before he told her, pumping slowly inside her, riding her G-spot, which was guaranteed to make her crazy. He put his lips to her ear, licked. “I’m not joking. Holt told me today. He’s marrying Ruby in September. And he invited us.”

She moaned with pleasure. Then groaned. “You’re just trying to get me to agree while I’m not in full control of all my faculties.”

Actually, he’d been worried about her reaction. He’d lived with Ruby until a few weeks ago. Also until a few weeks ago, Jessica had worked for him. They were work associates. Then his emotions had exploded, and all he could think of was Jessica. But the demise of his relationship with Ruby had nothing to do with her. That would have come to its own end anyway, with or without Jessica.

“I would never use such underhanded tactics.” He lifted slightly and reached between them to play her clit as he rocked inside her.

“Oh God.” She pulled her knees to his waist and dug her fingernails into his arms.

“You don’t have to say yes until you’ve thought about it.” He could keep the slow pace for quite some time. Long enough to turn her to mush. God, he loved making her come hard and long. He loved
her
. Except for his sons, she was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Then she’d rocked his world the other night when she’d picked him up from the airport. She’d given him everything he wanted, made his wildest fantasies come true. The things she’d told him, what she’d done while he was away, had driven him mad. It had been the best goddamn homecoming he could have hoped for. No one had ever made him feel the way she did. No one ever would.

Her body worked him on the inside as he drove her higher to that sweet orgasmic peak. “Is this good, baby?”

“God, oh God.”

It was answer enough for him. When she started to come, she pushed her head back into the pillow and clamped her hands on his ass. He rose to her pace, taking her hard, prolonging the orgasm. This time he couldn’t hold out. He came hard and long inside her, filling her, losing himself in her.

When he could breathe again, he cuddled her close. “I want to go,” he said. “I want you to go. But I want us to be husband and wife.”

She stilled against him, not even a breath out of her lungs.

“You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted.” He thought of the night at the airport, of all the nights to come, when she surprised him, made him wild, gave him his deepest desires. “I want everyone to know how much you mean to me. My kids, my ex-wife. My boss.”

“And your ex-lover,” she said softly.

“She already knows it. But I also want her to know that I don’t have a grudge and I’m happy for them.”

Jessica tipped her head back. In the moonlight falling through the window, her eyes gleamed. “It sounds like you’re trying to prove something.”

He put a hand to her cheek. “I love you. I don’t have to prove anything. I just want it all behind us, a new beginning, a send-off to the old. And I want
you
as my wife. Forever.”

She stared at him a long time, her gaze shifting from one eye to the other as if she’d see a different answer in each. Then finally she whispered, “I love you, Clay Blackwell. I’ll marry you. And I’ll go to Ruby’s wedding. Maybe Holt even possesses the ability to make her a better woman.”

“I actually believe he does.” He kissed her, his heart overflowing. “I love what you did for me the other night.”

She fluttered her eyelashes. “I didn’t do it for you. I did it for
us
.” She nuzzled him.

His pulse leaped with anticipation. Yet even if she never did it again, he wouldn’t tire of her. He’d put his ring on her finger and never let her go. Well, only for an evening, after which she would come home to rock his world again and again.